Yesterday some of us went to Obon, which is a Japanese Buddhist summer festival. Traditionally it’s for people to honor their ancestor’s spirits. It’s similar to Dia de Muertos. I think the difference may be that Day of the Dead is more to remember loved ones, and Obon is more focused on the spirit. That is my take on it, at least. This one was in Vista, and there will be another one in downtown San Diego next weekend, but I’m going to Las Vegas next weekend. Oh- I’m going to Las Vegas next weekend!!! So anyway, they have a few little vendors there when you first enter. In particular there was a succulent vendor, plastic food storage one, and a produce one. I bought a cantaloupe (my favorite fruit) and a pint of blueberries. Those I will definitely be putting on my homemade granola in the mornings.
I went with my friend Jose, who I have know since elementary school, and his two friends from his photography class, Jem and Monica. We also met up with another one of Jem and Jose’s classmates, Roberto, his sister Jasmine, and her friend Brandon. By the way, when four people like us (Jose, Monica, Jem and me, who all have strong personalities (although I do have to say I can be VERY shy sometimes)) get together, we basically just shit-talk and get really loud and have a good time. It’s like that with Jose’s family, too. And, Hey! Don’t think I’m knockin’ any of you down! All you guys know I love you. But you all also know you are loud as hell. And I love it! By the way, Jose’s family, I miss you all. I haven’t seen you in a long time. Ok, now that I have officially gone out on about 3 tangents, I will try to stay focused.
So they have a booth for tickets. Each ticket is a dollar, and each food booth has different ticket prices for a meal or snack. For example, Monica and I got the teriyaki beef, which came with seasoned white rice and pickled cabbage. That was 7 tickets, or 7 dollars. The teriyaki sauce was really good. I liked it, but the beef got stuck in my teeth! Boooo. I don’t eat red meat very often, so I guess if I did I would find a better strategy for eating it. The term Eating Disabled comes to mind. I also got one green tea mocha ice cream, which was pretty good. That was 2 tickets or 2 dollars.
The highlight of the festival is the Bon-Ordori, which is the dance where everyone forms a big, big circle looking inward. There were a few women in traditional kimonos scattered around who would do each dance and we would watched them and tried to follow along, slowly moving to rotate the circle.
I gave up after the first dance.
…Before the first dance ended.
I’m not very coordinated…
The sky was amazing when we were walking back to our car. And we were having a lot of fun with the reflection of trees in the puddles in the parking lot.
So, to finish the day Asian-style, we went to get boba. I got Thai tea boba. Have any of you had it? Its an acquired taste, mos def. It took me a while to get into it. But that was years ago. I haven’t had Thai tea for a long, long time. And…this wasn’t that good. I have to be honest. Jem got the same thing, and she agreed. Monica said that this particular boba store is good sometimes, and not other times. She said it’s inconsistent. Which, whatever, it happens. We still had a lot of fun because there were games. I can’t remember what this game is called, but we played it all the time as kids. Here’s the picture.
Let me know if you can think of the name. It’s driving me crazy! And then we played Jenga! So much fun. First we started out playing it the normal way, but after a while we decided to stack the blocks super messily (is that a word? If not, it is now, fools!!! Watch, it probably is a word. And now I just sound like an ass hole) and called it “Rebel-Style”. But it definitely made it harder, which, of course, made it funner (and yes, obviously I know that’s not a word. I’m not THAT naive. I just like using wrong words. Am I weird? I’m weird. You should hear the way I say “fungus” for fun. I wish I could explain over text. It’s just such a fun word. And yes, it is a FUNNER word than others).